You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella, forever, You can catch meSkating through your town putting it down y'all relatingNo waiting I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like SatanY'all feel a nigga's struggle, y'all think a nigga love toHustle behind the wheel, trying to escape my troubleKids stop they greeting me, I'm talking sweet to keysCursing the very God, that bought this wreath to beMy life is, based on sacrifices, jewels like icesAnd fools that think I slip, you fuck aroundYou get your guys hit, they built me to be filthyOn some I-do-or-die shit, for realThe price of leather's got me, deeper than ever andJust think, with this here, I'm trying to feel made nigga

Politics as usual, I took myFrito to Tito in the district, blessed me with someVS somethings I can live with, stop frontingAnd for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraisedNo disrespect to you, make sure you word is trueI'm taking wages down in Vegas just in case TysonHave a major night off, that's clean money, the tax write-offYou ain't seen money in your life, when itComes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind MiceA smoking bro, who pump Willie Ike spokesThe furthest you Chiles been is the PocanosMy portfolio reads, leads to Don Corleone, nigga pleaseTen year feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face usedWith the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your faceYouse for life, sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nigga

Politics as usual,You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I'm lyinLow in the leather Zion, the best that's ever cameThe game changes like, my mind just ain't rightWe 'gwan get this dough, I guess it ain't your nightSucking me in like a vacuum, I rememberTelling my family I'll be back soon, that was DecemberEighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years laterGot me wise still can't break my underworld tiesI wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lotGot matching VCR's, a huge MagnavoxTo nitch, green like spinach pop wines that's vintageIt's a lot of big money in my sentenceHitting towards a mil', lip a, written I kill like thatChick faked me one-two cat, yeah, I do thatAin't no stopping the champagne from poppingThe drawers from dropping, the law from watching, I hate 'em